Ravenshook Cliffs [m] uulikuvsuaqtuaq

Hope you don't mind me sliding in here, Twin!

Life had never been so full of color, so blindingly dazzling and bursting with a honeyed energy that visibly poured from the Mackenzie's amber eyes. This was the farthest he'd wandered from Moontide since the birth of his brood, and the new father had one thing on his mind - bringing a nourishing meal back to his beloved wife. His steps were light, and he had to remind himself of the task at hand lest he begin humming a jaunty little tune and spook any game.

An enticing scent greeted his eager nostrils, mingling with the heavenly aroma of briny sea air, and a toothy grin formed on 'Mac's maw. He lifted his nose, trying to discern the direction from which it came, before a wail met his ears that had every strand of fur standing on end. He'd been traversing through the woods surrounding the plateau, and the cries seemed to be coming from the north - in the direction of the cliffs.

Sumac's heart leapt from his chest, thrumming mightily as his large paws propelled him forward. He couldn't make out what was being screamed, but the tone was pleading, pained, hoarse... clearly distraught. Then, just as suddenly as the cries began, they hauntingly silenced. 'Mac's blood ran cold. It was easy for his mind to come to catastrophe: someone in distress, in the direction of the cliffs? Mother Moon above...

He came skidding to a halt, debris spraying from his paws as his ears pricked up, eyes scanning, searching. Someone was here - where were they? Why did they stop calling?

He moved. He didn't care where, but his feet moved him forward.

It was by sheer chance that he came to the edge of the woods, barely registering the pale figure laying in a crumpled heap by the cliffs' edge. 'Mac's mouth formed an "O", pupils dilating and ears erect - Oh no, no, no!

"Hello!" He called, moving carefully in that direction. One false move on his part could prove fatal... "A-are you okay? D-do you need help? Hey, there!"